In a Dark and Dreary Nation

In a dark and dreary nation,
Where all souls screamed in despair,
A princess, born into her station,
Cried among the dead, carried through the air,

Heard among a rush of Willows,
Tears extended through a rose,
Blood that falls from eyes to color,
Sadness, that of line of prose,

Staring down to see her crying,
Was a knight of shining steel,
Black in colour was his heart,
So cold, impossible to steal,

She looked up to see him staring,
His eyes, though dark, no longer cold,
He loved her unintentionally,
Impossibly, his heart, she stole,

And her, who had grown so closed,
Who would share her soul with none,
Looked into his eyes, despairing,
And told him of her heart, so stunned-

She cared to tell what she though,
She wanted him to know her dreams,
Her wish was him, She loved him dearly,
Perfect, then, it almost seemed,

But, alas, it was not true,
For forever is a lie,
And all the time they had for love,
Was between Hello- Goodbye